It's really sweet

the way you feel alone.
and the way you care.
and the way we all care.
and the way we all think we're so unique.
and untouchable.
and how we're all so hypocritical.

and the way
everything's so serious to everybody.

everyone's going through what you're going through.
they might not be thinking in exactly the same way.
or experiencing the exact same experience
but they're all thinking similar.

i remind me
you remind me
they remind me
we remind me

it reminds me

of how precious
we all really are.

because we all want so terribly to be something special
and i just don't know why
but everybody's so set on feeling like they're better than every body else
and i would just LOVE it
if we could all just put it to a halt.

wouldn't you love it
if you could just write something
without subconciousley trying to impress yourself?
or without subconciousley trying to impress somebody else?
or without trying to set yourself apart?
wouldn't you love it if you never wanted to appear any way in particular to you or anybody else.

wouldn't it be amazing
if we all stopped trying to put across
in our our silly little teenage blogs

that actually
WE are 2@11y going through something serious
that WE are the only ones who could ever understand how crazy it was inside of our head
that WE are the only ones different
and that WE're totally exempt of involvement
in everything we complain about.
like "stupid people"

i love the way
everybody still believes that such a person could ever exist.
because stupid is an idea.
and an opinion.
and completely relative.
and opinions mean nothing
to anybody but yourself
or someone who agrees with you.

i myself am tired of being that way.
wanting to be somebody.
i want to want to be nobody.

you can lie
and say
that you don't care about a thing.

but if that was true
you'd run away
or say what was on your mind no matter what.

but honestly
why do we all have it in our heads
that caring is such a bad thing.
it's a balance.
everything's a balance.
because all we are, are animals.
swimming with our human nature
and trying to sustain ourselves the best we possibly can.

for no other reason
that it's simply in our nature.

i don't want to hear you metaphors.
of intrinsic meaning.
because all it does is remind me
how we all feel so down about being the same
even though
exactly the same is impossible.

but essentially the same is inevitable.

i'm so happy anymore.
because everything's beautiful.
and im ok with myself.
and i'm realizing that nothing can make my life but me.
and because i have an extra additive.
of that beautiful boy,
i was writing about on Tuesday May the 12th.

I just wish everybody could take a step back.
and laugh at the fact
that by some chance of nature
we all came to "be", as we call it.
and that we could all see how silly it is
that we all get so bent out of shape
over things that we ourselves created.